Logan caught her at the foot of the stairs. And with a cry of victory—that was the best description she could think of for the noise that escaped him—he picked her up and swung her over his shoulder.
She took a moment as he climbed the stairs to catch her breath. Wow, she was the first to admit she’d never been in great shape, but that that short sprint had her panting was a definite sign she needed to work on her physical strength.
Logan threw her gently on the bed, and she bounced softly. Immediately, he started to strip. She sat up to watch him. Damn, she loved his body. His wide chest, defined abs, and large shoulders.
He moved his hands to his jeans. His movements were hurried, his eagerness clear. Finally, he stood naked, and she licked her lips as she took him in. His thick, hard cock, his long, muscular legs, and his trim waist.
“Like what you see, darlin’?” he asked.
“Yes,” she said. She was breathless again, for a whole other reason.
Max walked in. “Didn’t take you long to get naked.”
“Never does, bro,” Logan replied. He knelt on the bed and pulled her close, holding her by the hips, his touch firm but not painful. Then he kissed her. Pleasure erupted. Short bursts that spread through her body. He cupped her breasts, rubbing her nipples through her top. Well, his top, since she was wearing one of his T-shirts. On her, it was like a nightgown. He reached down and stripped it off her, revealing her naked breasts.
“Damn, that’s a gorgeous sight,” Max said, coming up behind her. He pressed his naked chest against her back. Shoot, she’d missed him stripping. She tipped her head to one side and let him kiss down her neck as Logan dropped his mouth to her nipples. Oh hell, her skin grew so sensitive, it was almost too much.
“You sure you’re ready for this?” Max asked, squeezing her panty-clad cheeks.
She tightened then forced herself to relax. “You mean I have a choice?”
“Not usually,” Max told her. “But if it’s too soon then you tell us.”
“Molly said that a spanking could be therapeutic,” Logan stated. “It can be a way to relieve tension and stress.”
She turned her head to look at him. “Know what it’s like to get spanked, do you?”
He grinned. “Nope, but I’ve given plenty in my day, or have you forgotten about the first few months of our marriage?”
“How could I?” she complained. “I could barely sit most of the time.”
Logan sighed. “The good old days.”
She smacked his shoulder.
“Enough talking. More spanking. And fucking.” Logan lay on his back and pulled her over him. He kissed her again. No matter what, she could always rely on Logan to get to the point. Quickly.
“Whether you want one or not, you’re getting one,” he told her. Then he obviously thought better of his words. “Unless you feel scared or unsure. Then you tell us. Understand?”
“I’m okay, Logan,” she told him gently, kissing along his jaw. “I’m not scared of you.”
She felt her underwear being pulled down her legs. She glanced back at Max. “Either of you.”
“Glad to hear it, love. You’ll still tell us if you need to stop.” It wasn’t a request.
She nodded. She knew they’d never stop being overprotective and, truthfully, she didn’t want them to. As long as they didn’t try to shut her out. She was usually the one guilty of doing that.
“Come here. I want to eat that pretty pussy.”
She blushed a little at Logan’s words, but eagerly followed his direction and climbed up his body. He positioned her over his head, her legs spread.
“Hold onto the headboard,” he ordered before pulling her down so he could reach her wet lips with his mouth. He sucked on her clit, and she grabbed hold of the headboard as support as he played with her. He drove his tongue deep inside her, and she whimpered.
“Oh, God, Logan!” she cried out. Max moved up beside her and grabbing her arm, pulled it around his neck then he dropped his head to take her nipple into his mouth.
Oh, shit.
Her whole body shook. She was already so close to coming. Max reached down and rubbed her clit as Logan thrust his tongue in and out of her passage.